Secret Garden
Who: Ash, Anthy
Where: Ash's room
When: Monday, 11/27. Around sunset, after the suitcases have been unpacked.
Finished!
The sun had just dipped under the horizon, painting the western sky with a brilliant mixture of red and violet, like the blood spilled across the robes of freshly assassinated royalty. It was a calm time, with the breeze carrying little sound with it, save for the early warm-ups of crickets. Though the weather was getting colder, the gauzy curtain over Ash's scenic window fluttered in the wind, sending shadows of muted color across the room. The air was cool enough to be invigorating, but not enough to be bothersome yet.
Ash's pale skin provided a wonderful canvas for the dancing shadows, the mixture of faded rose and lavender playing across the flawless surface. He sat back in his chair, the back pressing into the uncovered flesh of his torso. Against the top of his leg rested a glass of red wine, kept upright in one hand, as he lazily traced the finger of his other hand around the rim, making the crystal sing softly under his touch.
He let out a small sigh and gently shook his head, the unbound platinum strands wavering like strands of silver in the fading light. A smile seemed to be permanently affixed to his lips, which parted as he spoke. His voice would have surprised even his closest friends; gentle, and more than that, casual.
"I missed you."
Where: Ash's room
When: Monday, 11/27. Around sunset, after the suitcases have been unpacked.
Finished!
The sun had just dipped under the horizon, painting the western sky with a brilliant mixture of red and violet, like the blood spilled across the robes of freshly assassinated royalty. It was a calm time, with the breeze carrying little sound with it, save for the early warm-ups of crickets. Though the weather was getting colder, the gauzy curtain over Ash's scenic window fluttered in the wind, sending shadows of muted color across the room. The air was cool enough to be invigorating, but not enough to be bothersome yet.
Ash's pale skin provided a wonderful canvas for the dancing shadows, the mixture of faded rose and lavender playing across the flawless surface. He sat back in his chair, the back pressing into the uncovered flesh of his torso. Against the top of his leg rested a glass of red wine, kept upright in one hand, as he lazily traced the finger of his other hand around the rim, making the crystal sing softly under his touch.
He let out a small sigh and gently shook his head, the unbound platinum strands wavering like strands of silver in the fading light. A smile seemed to be permanently affixed to his lips, which parted as he spoke. His voice would have surprised even his closest friends; gentle, and more than that, casual.
"I missed you."